After the Heartthrob Took the Cannon Fodder Script [Quick Transmigration] -  Chapter 1

The banquet was a sea of shimmering gowns and shadows, with the clinking of glasses echoing through the air.

As Jue Zhou moved through the crowd, a young man accidentally stumbled, spilling the wine from his glass onto Jue Zhou’s suit jacket. The expensive, handmade suit was instantly stained, exuding a mellow aroma of alcohol.

“Tsk.” Jue Zhou took off the jacket and glanced at the other person, recognizing him as the third male lead from a recently aired television drama. His mother was currently following that show, which was why the young man looked somewhat familiar.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” the handsome young man apologized in a flurry. “Let’s exchange contact information; I’ll compensate you for the money.”

His manager stood not far away, pretending to look over casually. The commotion between the two attracted the attention of many guests, who began to gather and whisper.

“Is that the young master of the Gu family?” someone new to the elite circles asked, staring at Jue Zhou.

The young master kept his eyes down, holding his suit jacket with a face full of impatience. Underneath, he wore only a simple white shirt with the hem tucked into his belt, outlining a fluid waistline. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing fair and clean wrists.

“Truly…” To see him once was better than hearing a hundred reports; only by witnessing it in person did one understand what was meant by “a beauty of the world, with the grace of sunset clouds and the rhythm of the moon.” Standing next to the little newcomer from the entertainment industry, he vividly outshone the famous rookie, making him look like an ordinary person.

In the circle of the rich and powerful, the reputation of the Gu family’s young master was far greater than that of the newcomer.

Today’s host was a nouveau riche, but many influential people had attended—half of them because they heard the young master was coming.

His friend nudged him with an elbow: “Don’t get any blind ideas about him.”

the man laughed. “I have that much self-awareness.” Was he even worthy of liking the young master?

The Gu family held immense power. Mr. Gu himself served in the Federal Government, Mrs. Gu’s sister was an arms supplier, and the young master’s sworn brother was Mr. Jiang Henian. Born into such a background, the young master was undoubtedly born with a golden spoon in his mouth.

Of course, the young master’s own personality was very likeable. If his relatives hadn’t forbidden him from dating too early, the line of overt pursuers would likely stretch to the neighboring galaxy.

The young master detested people getting close to him, especially physical contact. It was said that a currently popular Film Emperor once liked him as well, but didn’t he fail just the same?

“Half a year ago, an idol wanted to climb into the young master’s bed. A few days later, that idol’s legs were broken, and to this day, no one has found out who did it.” The friend shuddered and shook his head. He laughed again, his gaze full of disdain for the rookie: “Now, just about any trash dares to try and hook up with the young master.” The seduction techniques were even quite clumsy.

Fearing the young master’s dissatisfaction, those gossiping stood far away and kept their voices low.

The newcomer didn’t realize his appearance and personality had already been devalued by everyone. He was still apologizing, even reaching out to touch Jue Zhou’s sleeve. “Mr. Gu, let me handle the clothes.”

Jue Zhou quickly avoided him.

Every month, two or three people would spill various liquids onto Jue Zhou’s clothes. He was already used to it and dropped a cold “No need” before leaving.

The rookie stood in place, looking apprehensive. Jue Zhou noted out of the corner of his eye that the people around him showed expressions of condemnation, seemingly thinking his behavior was too cold.

The moment he turned away from the crowd, the irritable expression on his face vanished. He said proudly to the System in his mind: [I really am an excellent, wicked villain. Strangers hate me and even deliberately spill wine on me.]

By bullying the little newcomer in public today, he figured the hatred points from the crowd had likely risen by a tier.

The System cheered: [Zhou-ge, you’re awesome!]

[The protagonist shou is appearing tonight. Once the mission is successful, we can leave this place and collect the bonus!] Jue Zhou put his hands in his pockets and stepped up the stairs to the second floor.

His features were clear and bright, and he looked especially charming when he smiled, with his pale red lips slightly curved.

This was Jue Zhou’s first mission world after joining the Quick Transmigration Bureau. His task was to play a loathsome, wicked villain. To keep this hard-won job, he chose to “transmigrate from the womb,” bullying people since primary school. Perhaps he had a special talent for being a bully; his fierce reputation preceded him, and he was successfully feared by many.

The System was also new to the job and happily planned the future path with Jue Zhou: [According to the original plot, you need to sponsor the protagonist shou and subject him to humiliation. The higher the oppression points from the humiliation, the more bonus you can get. When the oppression points reach a certain level, your mission will be successful.]

This mission world was constructed based on a novel called 《After Kicking the Scumbag Top, I Ended Up with the Film Emperor》. Jue Zhou played the scumbag gong from the title who gets kicked.

Since the main plot hadn’t started yet, he couldn’t see the original text, only a summary. His character came from a wealthy family, had a wanton and bullying personality, and was a pervert who liked pretty young boys.

According to the summary, he was to sponsor the protagonist shou tonight and then torment him. After waiting half a year, the protagonist gong and shou would fall in love and join forces to kill the power-tripping little bully, Gu Juezhou.

The host of today’s banquet was the person acting as a pimp for the little bully, introducing the protagonist shou, Xie Wenchen.

At the top of the second-floor stairs, a young man in a suit had been waiting. He said with a beaming smile, “Young master, the person you wanted is already in the room.”

Standing beside him was a scruffily-dressed middle-aged man who constantly looked around at the luxurious decorations with greedy eyes. Upon seeing Jue Zhou’s face, the middle-aged man was visibly stunned and gave an oily smile: “Young master, the one inside is my biological son. Could you give a bit more money?”

In the original setting, the protagonist shou, Xie Wenchen, was only eighteen and had just started university when he was sold by his beast-like father to Jue Zhou as a lover.

The man in the suit patted his shoulder and laughed ironically: “Before you say that, look at my young master. Based on his face alone, countless people are lining up to be with him, including innumerable excellent and good-looking ones. Is your son even worthy?”

The middle-aged man was left speechless.

Jue Zhou pulled a card from his pocket. “The password is eight nines.”

The man in the suit took the card from his hand first and then handed it to Xie’s father, preventing any physical contact between the two. He pointed to the room at the end of the hallway: “Right there. Don’t worry, absolutely no one will dare to disturb you.”

“Good.”

Just as he pushed open the door, Jue Zhou saw the youth sitting on the bed. The boy wore a white shirt and black trousers; his skin was fair, and he looked handsome and clean. Sensing footsteps, he looked up, a dead silence in his dark pupils.

“Xie Wenchen?” Jue Zhou pulled out the phone in his pocket to check.

The youth’s fingers curled, and he nodded.

Jue Zhou’s eyes lit up. Seeing his future promotion and raise in Xie Wenchen’s expressionless face, he instantly immersed himself in the bully role and approached him.

Xie Wenchen was clearly resistant to his approach, his brows furrowing slightly.

On the table stood two glasses of wine, left by the man in the suit to “liven things up” for Jue Zhou. Jue Zhou picked up a glass and took a sip to bolster his courage before sitting down next to Xie Wenchen.

Xie Wenchen moved away slightly.

A bully persona never cared about such things; on the contrary, the more Xie Wenchen loathed him, the happier Jue Zhou became. He smiled, pinched Xie Wenchen’s chin, and scrutinized him. As the protagonist shou of a Jinjiang novel, Xie Wenchen undoubtedly had a good face, and his chin felt excellent to the touch.

The System prompted: [You can start your “forceful possession” of him now. It will definitely increase the oppression points by a lot.]

Jue Zhou couldn’t bring himself to touch a kid who had just turned eighteen. He mockingly squeezed the chin and shook it a few times, projecting the expression of a lustful demon. He had “Skin Hunger” and had to bite the tip of his own tongue to restrain the urge to continue touching Xie Wenchen before letting go.

Jue Zhou asked, “Where is the phone?”

As if not expecting Jue Zhou to ask such a question, Xie Wenchen paused for a few seconds before answering: “…Outside.”

“Wait for me.” Jue Zhou turned and left.

After watching the other’s figure disappear at the door, Xie Wenchen looked at the wine glasses on the table. There was a deeper mark on the rim of one glass—the place Jue Zhou had touched. Xie Wenchen picked up the glass and expressionlessly licked the rim.

His previously cold expression softened, as if he were treating a long-lost lover. He could smell a clear scent of wine, as well as the faint fragrance of perfume from the young man’s cuffs. His soft lips and teeth touched the cold glass; his eyes darkened, as if he were truly touching the other’s lips.

“Don’t scare him,” Xie Wenchen reminded himself, putting down the glass before Jue Zhou returned.

Jue Zhou held an old, pure black phone in his hand and threw it in front of Xie Wenchen.

“I have a certain hobby.”

The air conditioning was on in the room, and Jue Zhou felt a bit hot. He loosened the buttons at his collar, revealing exquisite collarbones. He had been raised in luxury, and his skin was dazzlingly white; he used a bit of force when unbuttoning, leaving a pale red mark on his collarbone.

Xie Wenchen remained silent and gloomy, as if he had lost the desire to live and wasn’t at all interested in what Jue Zhou’s hobby was. Jue Zhou suspected that even if he asked the boy to play some unspeakable, shameful game, the youth would agree expressionlessly.

“I especially like to see others being unproductive,” Jue Zhou said. “I heard your grades are quite good. I’m going to sleep for a bit. After I wake up, you must have raised my game rank by at least five stars.”

The plot summary mentioned that the protagonist shou hated unproductive people the most. Forcing a student like Xie Wenchen to play games must count as a form of bullying, right?

Fireworks went off in his mind as the System prompted: [Oppression points +10. Current total oppression points: 10.]

Xie Wenchen’s old phone seemed to be a model from several years ago, with insufficient memory to download the game Jue Zhou played. Jue Zhou threw his own phone to him and logged into the game account.

“Do you know how to play?” Jue Zhou lay down on the bed, taking Xie Wenchen’s spot.

There were no chairs in the room, so Xie Wenchen stood up. “A little.”

To gain more oppression points, Jue Zhou kicked Xie Wenchen’s leg: “Sit down and take off your shirt.”

Xie Wenchen pursed his lips, showing an expression of endurance, and obediently unbuttoned the shirt. Just as the youth’s body was revealed, hurried footsteps came from outside, followed by the anxious voice of the man in the suit: “Young master, your brother is here!.